I’ve never been good with thinking things out. it might be because I’ve never considered myself that objective. there were jobs here – I mean, I’d have to look for them, but there had to be something. I can speak/write english, lift 50lbs and am legal to work in the united states. but, something didn’t seem right, which is strange, seeing how this was the end. so, within a few hours, I decided to leave to Norway for the summer to work on the book and wouldn’t you know, from this tiny town in Oregon (with it’s tiny airport) to oslo is less than $550usd. in-fucking-sane. and there’s people along the way I need to see. so, I’ve got 10 days here in pacific northwest paradise. then it’s 11 days in hawaii on a write-up/shoot. then it’s back here for a few days of goodbyes. then new york city for a week, england for a few more and then up to scandinavia. 

’cause in the end, if I have to work 50 hours a week just to get by, I’d like it to be paid to me in a currency I don’t speak.